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AN: I've finally got my self a beta. Than you so much Stella Taylor for taking me on and betaing my stories, I greatly apprechiat it!
Moonlight Shadow
by: La Suede
He was shot six times by a man on the run
And she couldn't find how to push through
-- Moonlight Shadow (Mike Oldfield, sung by Maggie Reilly)
Blaring sirens, a gathering crowd, she is trying to reach him, but something or someone, is holding her back.
It was the first time she had stayed the night, and in the morning when she woke up to the smell of pancakes and freshly made coffee, she wondered why she hadn't done it before.
There is a mad chaos of people, police officers mixing with on the job reporters and curious on-lookers. Somewhere in the distance she can make out the ambulance, desperately trying to make its way to the victim, its sirens demanding a way through the crowd.
She had followed him home as usual, driving her own car almost right behind him, allowing just a few vehicles in between. Their relationship was strictly hush-hush. That's why she never stayed the night. This time she didn't care, he didn't care, she wanted to sleep a full night in his arms, so she ended up staying.
Somehow there is a gap opening up in the crowd, and she can see him lying on the ground, his own blood pooling around him. With a final tug she breaks free from what is holding her back and she runs towards him, kneeling besides him.
With a quiet voice he had whispered "I love you" to her as she fell asleep. It was a soothing lullaby made for the grown-ups, and she can't remember ever being that happy, lying in bed, in his arms, watching the moon move across the sky.
Now it's her time to sing the lullaby. Over and over again she sings it for him. She sings it as she grasps his hand, she sings it when the paramedics arrive for him, and she sings it as they load him into the ambulance. She sings it on the way to the hospital as she feel his life slip away.
Her morning routine had been slightly different from other mornings. After finishing the breakfast together and he heads for the bathroom she leaves. She drives the whole way to work in a state of bliss. It's shift change so the lab is practically deserted and no-one notices that she slips in, in the same clothes as yesterday or that she showers and dresses in the locker-room.
She meets him again as he is making his way into the locker-room and she is about to leave. They exchange a quick "Good morning" and he gives her a nod before the contact is broken by the closing door. She's got trace work to day, processing and closing up an old case, no need to leave the lab. It's just before lunch when she gets the call.
It's when she is pacing the halls of the hospital she finally stops singing their lullaby. Somehow she knows he can no longer hear it. Somehow she knows that the bonds have been cut, that he is no longer with her. All this she knows as the solemn doctor make his way down the hall towards her and starts to speak,
"Ms. Bonasera, I..."
Fini